Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.